Chapter 1 : Pilot

-Author's note : Welcome! This is my first sister fanfiction for Supernatural! I hope you like it and please reiew to let me know what you thought about it and if you want me to continue this story :) .

-Spoiler Alert : Spoilers of the first season of Supernatural.

-Disclaimer : I do not own Supernatural, I only own Alexandria Winchester.

"Dean, I still think this is a bad idea" I sighed.

"Come on" he said "he's going to be happy to see us again".

"I hope, I want to see him so badly, but, he has a normal life right now, we don't have to ruin it!"

"We're talking about Dad, we need all the help we can get" Dean stated.

Sam left to go to college four years ago. At first, I was so angry at him, I felt abandon. I felt like he abandoned me, my father and our big brother. Dean didn't even tried to make him change his mind. To add us a hard time, Dad disappeared three weeks ago, not a call or a sign that he is alive.

We arrive in front of Sam's apartment. Dean and I get out the car and walk up to the good floor from the outside.

I am kind of nervous to see Sam again, we used to be really close before he went to Stanford. When he left, I used to call him when I was alone, so maybe one time by month. Soon I stopped, no reason.

Dean forces open the window.

"Dude" I whispered annoyed, "we could have knocked at the door like human beings".

"Shut up and stay close" Dean ordered.

"We're not on a hunt" I sighed.

Dean boosts me up and I climb in. We go in the kitchen when a man advances to Dean and they start to fight. I only sit on the counter waiting that Sam sees it's Dean. Sam is way taller than Dean, even if Dean is the oldest Sam is a giant, so I guess Sam will win this one. But Dean trained for two years while Sam was sitting in here doing his homework. So I'm betting on Dean.

Suddenly, Dean pushes Sam on the ground and pins him down.

"Whoa, easy tiger" Dean smiled.

"Dean?" Sam gasped "you scared the crap outta me!"

"That's because you are out of practice" Dean jokes.

I was right!

Sam grabs Dean and shoves him back on the floor, him on our brother.

"Or not" Dean smiled "get off of me".

Sam gets up and helps Dean back on his feet.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Sam asked.

"Well, I was looking for a beer".

"What-the-hell-are-you-doing here".

"Okay" I sighed jumping down the counter.

"Alex?" he said looking at me.

"Hey Sammy, we need to talk".

"The phone?" Sam asked looking back to Dean.

"If I'd called, would you have pick up?"

The lights opens and we all look at the blond girl wearing short shorts and a cropped Smurf shirt. "Sam?" she called with a small tired voice.

"Jess. Hey Dean, Alex this is my girlfriend Jessica".

Sam never mentioned her to me, maybe he met her after we stopped talking.

"Wait, your brother Dean and your sister Alexandria?" she asked surprised examining both of us.

Oh God, I hate that when people call me Alexandria. I prefer Alex.

"I love the Smurfs" Dean said getting closer to her. "You know, I gotta tell you, you are completely out of my brother's league".

"Dean, shut up" I sighed discourage of his attitude, Dean always have been the guy with all the girls around him.

"Language" Dean said turning to me and back on Jessica.

"Just let me put something on" she turns to go away but Dean stops her.

"No, no, no, I wouldn't even dream of it. Seriously" he goes back to Sam without letting his sight off Jessica "anyway, I gotta borrow your boyfriend her, talk about some private family business. But uh, nice meeting you".

Jessica looks up at Sam who walks up to her and puts an arm around her shoulders.

"No, whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her" Sam said.

"Come on Sam" I insisted.

"Okay" Dean said ignoring me "um, Dad hasn't been home in a few days".

"So he's working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later".

Dean nods with a force smile.

"Dad's on a hunting trip" I intervene "and he hasn't been home in a few days".

Sam's face changes, he looks hesitating and glance back at Jessica.

"Jess, excuse us. We have to go outside".

Sam grabs his hoodie and we head down stairs.

"I mean, come on. You can't just break in, middle of the night, and expect me to hit the road with you" Sam said.

"You're not hearing me, Sammy. Dad's missing. I need you to help us find him".

We stop walking to the gate where Sam sigh.

"You remember the poltergeist in Amherst? Or the Devil's gates in Clifton?" Sam listed "he was missing then, too. He's always missing, and he's always fine".

"Alex" Dean looks at me "go wait by the car".

I sigh and walk towards the1967 Chevy Impala. Dean always leaves me behind when it is to be an 'adult discussion'. But I'm not deaf.

"Not for this long. Now are you gonna come with me and Alex or not?"

"I'm not".

"Why not"

"I swore I was done hunting. For good" Sam said.

"Come on. It wasn't easy, but it wasn't that bad" Dean tried to convince him.

"Yeah? When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45".

"Well, what was he supposed to do?"

"I was nine years old!" Sam exclaimed "he was supposed to say: don't be afraid of the dark".

"Don't be afraid of the dark?" Dean laughed "are you kidding me? Of course you should be afraid of the dark. You know what's out there"

"Yeah, I know, but still. The way we grew up, after mom was killed, and Dad's obsession to find the thing that killed her, but we still haven't found the damn thing. So we kill everything we can find".

"We save a lot of people doing it, too".

"You think mom would have wanted this for us?" Sam said.

I sigh, he got Dean's weak spot, Mom. Killed by something in my nursery when I was three month old, Dean was twelve and Sam eight. Mary Winchester died up on the ceiling and burned up, this is my father's story, which I believe.

I hear the gate slam open and my brothers coming towards me.

"The weapon training, and melting the silver into bullets? Man, Dean, we were raised like warriors" Sam said.

They are now beside me and I am so angry, angry at Sam. He already abandoned us once, he can't do it twice, and Dad is missing!

"So what are you gonna do?" Dean said with anger in his voice "you're just gonna live some normal, apple pie life? Is that it?"

"No. Not normal. Safe".

"And that's why you ran away?" I keep my eyes to the ground, I couldn't help it. I needed to say something.

Dean puts a hand on my shoulder, he looks at me with a warning to shut up.

"I was just going to college. It was Dad who said if I was gonna go I should stay gone. And that's what I'm doing".

"Yeah, well" Dean sighed "Dad's in real trouble right now. If he's not dead already. I can feel it".

I look up at him, my father can't be dead. He just can't. He's Dad.

"We can't do this alone" I glance at Sam who gives me a sad look.

"Yes you can".

"Yeah, well, we don't want to" Dean finished for me.

Sam sigh and stay there without a word for a few seconds before looking at us "What was he hunting?"

Dean opens the trunk, then the spare-tire compartment. This is where we keep the arsenal. Like usual, he takes a shotgun and up it to let the top up.

"All right, let's see, where the hell did I put that thing?"

"So when dad left, why didn't you go with him?" Sam asked.

"We were working on our own job. This, uh, voodoo thing, down in New Orleans" I answered for Dean.

"Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourselves?" Sam seemed really surprised, it kind of hurt my feelings.

I am a freaking good hunter.

Dean looks up at me and glance to Sam "I'm twenty-six, dude. And Alex is very good"

"Thanks Dean" I smiled.

Dean pulls out a folder with a bunch of papers that I gathered while we were looking for Dad.

"All right, here we go" Dean started "so dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop just outside of Jericho, California. About a month ago, this guy" he gives the papers to Sam "they found his car, but vanished. Completely MIA".

Sam read the paper with interest, I guess it's a hunter thing, you can't escape it.

"So maybe he was kidnapped" Sam suggested.

"Yeah. Well, there were another one in April" I informed.

"Another one in December oh-four, oh-three, ninety-eight, ninety-two, ten of them other the past twenty years" Dean continued tossing the papers in the trunk.

He takes the papers from Sam's hand and throw them in the trunk, my nice work…. I worked hard to put everything together.

"All men, all the same five-mile stretch of road" I sighed.

Dean takes out a bag "it started happening more and more, so Dad went to go dig around. That was about three weeks ago. We hadn't heard from him since, which is bad enough" he grabs a tape recorder "then I get this voicemail yesterday".

Dean press play, the recording doesn't have the greatest sound ever and the signal is bad.

"Dean" my father's voice started "something big is starting to happen… I need to try and figure out what's going on. It may… be very careful, Dean… take care of Alex. We're all in danger". Dean stops the tape.

"You know there's EVP on that?" Sam asked.

"Not bad Sammy" Dean smiled "kindda like riding a bike, isn't it?" Sam laughs a little "all right. Alex slowed the message down, she ran it through a gold wave, took out the hiss, and this is what she got".

He press play on the tape.

"I can never go home…" a woman's voice said talking softly but still a little creepy.

"Never go home" Sam repeated.

Dean puts everything back to its place and close the trunk

"You know, in almost two years we've never bothered you, never asked you for a thing".

Sam sigh and looks at him "all right. I'll go. I'll help you find him".

Dean nods and I sigh in relieve. I was so scared he wouldn't come. I was sure he wouldn't come.

"But" Sam added "I have to get back first thing Monday. Just wait here".

He turns towards the apartment.

"What is first thing Monday?" I asked.

"I have this… I have an interview" he answered turning face to us.

"What, a job interview? Skip it" Dean said.

"It's a law school interview, and it's my whole future on a plate".

"Law school" Dean smirk.

"We got a deal or not?" Sam asked.

Dean and I just stand there like two idiots. Sam goes back inside leaving us.

"At least his coming" I said to comfort him, but also myself.

"I know ankle biter, but I can't believe that it took so much effort for him to say 'I'll go'".

"He looks happy with that girl".

I get in the backseat. It's been a long time I went back here, since Sam left us I took his place in the front seat or I was in my dad's truck. Personally I prefer being with Dean.

When Sam came back he throws his stuff in the trunk and gets in the car with us. We leave like that, in silence.

In the morning, we are parked at a gas station in the middle of nowhere. Sam is looking through a box of Dean's cassette tapes. I am listening to the song playing, I personally don't like that one 'Rambin Man' by the 'Allman Brothers'.

"Hey!" Dean called from outside. Sam leans out and look at him, I only turn my head to see through the window "you want breakfast?"

"No, thanks" Sam answered.

"You ankle biter?" Dean asked me.

I simply nod negative.

"So how'd you pay for that stuff" Sam asked "you guys still running credit card scams?"

"Yeah, well, hunting ain't exactly a pro ball career" Dean said "besides, all we do is apply. It's not our fault they send us the cards".

"Yeah? And what names did you write on the application this time?"

"Uh, Burt Aframian" he gets in the car putting his chips and soda beside him "and his son Hector. Scored two cards out the deal".

"Alex doesn't have one?" Sam asked turning towards me.

"Nope, I am too young" I answered annoyed.

I am always too young for everything in this family.

Sam gets back in the car and my brothers closed their door.

"That sounds about right" Sam said "I swear, man, you've gotta update your cassette tape collection" Sam takes a few in his hands.

"Why?" Dean asked surprised.

"Well, for one, they're cassette taped. And two, Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica? It's the greatest hits of mullet rock".

Dean takes the tape from Sam's hand and puts it in the player.

"House rules Sammy. Driver picks the music, shotgun shouts his cakehole".

I smile a little, remembering Dean telling me this each time I complained about a song I didn't like, even though I like old classic rock. Dean throw the cassette box on Sam and starts the car.

"You know, Sammy is a chubby twelve-year-old" he gets cut by 'ACDC' 'Back in Black' "it's Sam, okay? Same for you Alex".

"Sorry, I can't hear you, the music's too loud" Dean smiles.

I laugh, happy to see us back together.

We drive for maybe an hour before I could see a sign saying 'JERICHO 7'. I see Sam talking on his cell but I can't hear him since I have my earphones in my ears.

I take one out to here Sam say "thank you" he close his cell "all right. So, there's no one matching Dad at the hospital or morgue. So that's something, I guess".

We arrive in front of a bridge where there were two police cars and officers.

"Check it out" Dean said pulling over the car.

He turns off the engine and leans to open the glove compartment and takes a box full of fake ID cards, he grabs one and put the box at its place. Sam stares at him a little worried.

"Alex, stay in the car" Dean ordered "let's go Sam".

I let myself fall on the seat. Still, I am too young to pass myself as an F.B.I agent or anything else, I'm only fourteen. I see Sam and Dean talking to the officers. I try to take a good look at the scene, I see no blood, no body, nothing. My brother's walks back towards the car, Dean, hits the back of Sam's head and they pass two F.B.I agent and the sheriff.

"So?" I asked them once they got in the car.

"Guy disappeared" Sam started "no sign of blood or attack".

"Basically nothing?"

"No" Dean said "the kids name was Troy, he was dating a girl, Amy, and she is posting missing persons posters in town".

"Then I guess we can go talk to her" I stated.

We walked in town looking for Amy. We see a gothic girl putting a poster on the wall of a building.

"I'll bet you that's her" Dean said.

"Yeah" Sam approved.

We join her.

"You must be Amy" Dean stated.

"Yeah" she scans us from head to toes.

"Yeah" Dean continued "Troy told us about you. We're his uncles. I'm Dean, this is Sammy and Alex his little cousin.

"He never mentioned you to me" she said.

"Well, that's Troy, I guess. We're not around much, we're up in Modesto"

"So" Sam sighed "we're looking for him too, and we're kindda asking around".

Another woman also with the gothic style goes to Amy and puts a hand on her arm

"Hey, are you okay?" She asked concerned.

"Yeah" Amy answered.

"You mind if we ask you a couple questions?" Sam asked.

We went into a dinner, I sat with Sam and Dean on one side of the table, Amy and her friend on the other. Luckily I'm little, so I don't take a lot of space, not like this giant Sam.

"So, you going to tell us what happened?" Dean asked.

"I was on the phone with Troy" the girl started "he was driving home. He said he would call me right back, and… he never did".

"He didn't say anything strange, or out of the ordinary?" Sam leans on the table.

"No. Nothing I can remember"

"I like your necklace"

I look at Sam strangely, that was really off topic. She holds the pendant in her fingers, it's a pentagram.

"Troy gave it to me. Mostly to scare my parents, with all that devil stuff".

Sam laughs "actually, it means just the opposite. A pentagram is protection against evil. Really powerful. I mean, if you believe in that kind of thing"

I wanted so badly to say shut up to Sam, but Dean spoke "okay. Thank you, Unsolved Mysteries. Here's the deal, ladies. The way Troy disappeared, something's not right. So if you've heard anything…" The two girls look at each other "what is it?"

"Well" Amy's friend started "it's just… I mean, with all these guys going missing, people talk".

"What do they talk about?" Me, Sam and Dean asked at the same time. I guess we really are passing too much time together.

"It's kind of this local legend. This one girl? She got murdered out on Centennial, like decades ago. Well, supposedly she's still out there. She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up? Well, they disappear forever".

We all look at each other and thanked them for their time. We decided to go to the library to do a little research on this legend. I hate this part, I prefer the action when we kill things.

Dean writes 'Female Murder Hitchhiking' in the search box of the archive page for Jericho Herald. No founds, he replaces it 'Female Murder Centennial Highway' still, no respond.

"Let me try" I said approaching the keyboard but Dean smacks my hand.

"I got it".

I push Dean's chair away and take his place.

"You're such a control freak" Dean mumbled.

"Okay" I said ignoring his comment "if my memory is right, angry spirits are born out of violent death".

"Yeah" Sam agreed.

"Well, maybe it's not a murder".

I replace 'murder' with 'suicide' and I find an article. I smile happy of myself, I am more intelligent than my brother.

I open the article and read out loud "this was 1981. Constance Welch, twenty-four years old, jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drown in the river. I'm a genius".

There is a picture of the young woman in black and white smiling.

"Does it say why she did it?" Dean asked.

"Yeah" I sighed.

"What?"

"An hour before they found her, she calls 911. Apparently her two little kids are in the bathtub. She leaves them alone for a minute, and when she comes back, they're both dead".

"'Our babies were gone'" read Sam "'and Constance just couldn't bear it, said husband Joseph Welch'".

"The bridge look familiar to you? Dean asked pointing at the picture of Joseph welch leaning on the bars of the bridge.

We went to the bridge to check out for any clues, I think it's a waste of time, I told them that we should go talk to Joseph Welch, but we are in the middle of the night.

"So this is where Constance took the swan dive" Dean said.

"So you think Dad would have been here?" Sam asked looking at us.

"Well, he's chasing the same story and we're chasing him".

Dean keeps walking on the bridge, I stand still looking all around me.

"Okay" Sam sighed "so now what?"

"Now we keep digging until we find him. Might take a while" Dean stated.

"Dean, I told you, I've gotta be back by Monday-".

"Monday" Dean turns around "right. The interview".

"Yeah".

"Yeah, I forgot. You're really serious about this, aren't you?" Dean looks angry, I don't like where this is going "you think you're just going to become some lawyer? Marry your girl?"

"Maybe. Why not?"

"Does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know about the things you've done?" Dean asked.

"No" Sam answered taking a step closer "and she's not ever going to now".

"Well, that's healthy" I sighed.

Dean gives me a glare to shut up, again.

"You can pretend all you want, Sammy. But sooner or later you're going to have to face up to who you really are" Dean glances back at Sam.

"And who's that?" Sam asked.

"One of us!" Dean exclaimed throwing his hands up.

Sam advanced to him "no. I'm not like you. This is not going to be my life".

"You have a responsibility to-" I started getting involved.

"To dad? And his crusade?" Sam glares at me "if it weren't for pictures you wouldn't even know what mom looks like. And what difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, mom's gone. And she isn't coming back".

Dean grabs Sam by the collar and pushes him against the railing of the bridge. Usually I would have got between them, but I just froze. Sam never told me something like that before…

"Don't talk about her like that! And to Alex!" Dean releases Sam after a pause.

"Sam, Dean" I called pointing at Constance on the railing of the bridge, she is looking at us, and she let herself fall off.

We run to the side and look over, but there is no one.

"Where did she go?" Dean asked.

"I don't know" Sam said.

Suddenly, the Impala's engine starts by itself.

"What the-" Dean said.

"Who's driving you're car?" I asked Dean.

He pulls out his keys from his pockets and shakes them. The car starts into motion and comes toward us. Dean grabs my arm and pull me away in the opposite way of the car. We run as far as we could, but the car is going too fast for us. We jump over the bridge. I fall over and grab the edge with one hand, I can't get enough strength to get up.

"Alex!" Sam screamed.

I look up at him, he hands me his hand. I grab it with no hesitation, he pulls me up and we look down in the water.

"Dean?" Sam asked "Dean!"

"Dean!" I screamed examining the water, no sing of him.

Not until I see him crawling out of the mud.

"What?" He shouted still on the ground.

"Hey! Are you all right?"

Dean thumbs up "I'm super".

I laugh looking at him and glance at Sam who is also laughing. We go down to help him go to the car, but he's alright, he's covered of mud thoug and stinks. He checks the car, his baby has been possessed by a ghost, that's what he said.

"You're car all right?" Sam asked.

"Yeah" he answered leaning on the hood beside Sam "whatever she did to it, seems all right now. That Constance chick, what a bitch!"

"Well, she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure. So where's the job go from here, genius?"

Dean throws his hands in the air frustrated.

"You smell like a toilet" Sam said.

I laugh to confirm his statement.

We stop at a motel in the morning, Sam and Dean goes inside to get a room while I take my bag in the trunk and wait for them near the Impala.

Dean and Sam comes out of the motel, they look worried.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Dad been here" Sam answered "the motel manager said that there was another Afraimian here".

"Holy shit" I whispered following them in Dad's room.

Dean hands me the lock pick and I open the door in seconds, I always been good to force doors open. I get in first, the walls are full of papers of missing persons, maps, and newspaper articles on the wall. Books where all over the place including food.

I look behind me to see Sam pulling Dean in the room.

"Whoa" Sam exclaimed in a whisper.

"That's what I am thinking" I said impressed of all the work my dad did.

He isn't the research guy, always the action guy, like me, Sam was the one that always made the research, but when he left I had to do his work.

Dean turns on the light and picks up the half-eaten hamburger on the table.

"Dude, that's disgusting" I sighed.

"I don't think he's been here for a couple days at least" Dean ignored me.

Sam bents down and look at the floor "salt, cats-eye shells… he was worried. Trying to keep something from coming in"

I walk to read an article

"What you got here?" Sam comes beside me.

"Centennial Highway victims" I answer concentrated on the articles.

Dean comes next to me and read the articles.

"I don't get it" he said "I mean, different men, different jobs, ages, ethnicities. There's always a connection, right? What do these guys have in common?"

"Dad figured it out" Sam announced.

We join him next to an article.

"What do you mean?" Dean asked.

"He found the same article we did. Constance Welch. She's a woman in white".

"You sly dogs" Dean commented.

"All right" I said "if we're dealing with a woman in white, Dad would have found the corpse and destroyed it, no?".

"She might have another weakness" Sam suggested.

"Well, Dad would want to make sure" Dean sighed "he'd dig her up. Does it say where she's buried?"

"No, not that I can tell. If I were Dad, though, I'd go ask her husband. If he's still alive".

I sit down on the bed exhausted, I only want to go to sleep.

"All right" Dean said "why don't you two, see if you can find an address, I'm gonna get cleaned up".

Dean walks towards the bathroom but Sam stops him "hey, Dean? What I said earlier, about mom and dad, I'm sorry".

Dean turns around and hold his hand up "no chick-flick moments".

Sam laughs, so do I.

"Alright, Jerk".

"Bitch" Dean replied going in the bathroom and closing the door, leaving me and Sam alone.

Sam goes to a big mirror and takes a picture. I get up to see what it is and see me at maybe five sitting on my dad's lap on the hood of the Impala, Dean and Sam aged of maybe fifteen and eleven sitting beside us. I miss him…

"Alex" Sam said his eyes still on the picture "I'm sorry about what I said at the bridge. I…"

"It's okay Sammy. You are right you know that?" He looks at me surprised "I mean, Mom is gone, Dad never made his mourning, and now he is the one gone".

"I'm not right. Dad isn't the best father in the world, all this training and pressure, we had to make him proud. But, he was there to protect us".

"Never thought hearing that from you" I laughed looking at the ground.

"Sometimes I forget you are still a kid".

I smile. Me too…

After a big brother and sister moment, we're still at the motel. Sam is on his cellphone, I can't hear what the voicemail is saying, but I know that it's his girl, Jessica.

"Hey, man" Dean walks out of the bathroom and put his jacket on "I'm gonna grab a little something to eat in that diner down the street. You want anything?"

"No" Sam answered.

"Aframian's buying"

"Mm-mm"

"I do" I said getting up "I'm coming with you, I need to walk a little".

"Okay, come on"

Dean and I leave the motel room and go towards the car. I see a man talking to some cops and points at us.

"Dean" I warned.

He looks at them and take his cell out "dude, five-oh, take off… Uh, they kindda spotted us. Go find Dad" he hangs up as the deputy's joins us "problem, officers?"

"Where's the other guy?" One asked.

"Guy? What other guy?"

The sheriff looks at me and glances at the motel door. He orders a man to go check out the room with a little nod.

"So" the sheriff approach Dean "fake US Marshal. Fake credit cards. You got anything that's real?"

"My boobs" Dean answered with a smile.

The sheriff slammed Dean on the top of the car to put him cuffs, while another gets me cuffs on my wrists. Shit.

It isn't the first time I have a ride in a police car, but it's the first time I'm with Dean. We don't talk, we already know a story, always the same lies.

I'm in an integrating room, I'm not with Dean anymore. I hope Sam has a good lead on Dad, Dad can help us. A woman comes in and close the door, she sits in front of me with a folder.

"So" I said getting comfy on the chair "good cop or bad cop?"

"It depends of you. If you answer my questions, I will be a good cop".

"Well, you can't keep me here, you don't have anything on me".

"You are with does two guys, we think that you have a fake name. What is your name?"

"Cara Nugent".

"You know you are in real trouble now" she sighed.

"Oh really" I said sarcastically.

"In that motel room you were with the other there are pictures of a lot of missing persons. There are also some weird things".

II don't say a word.

"You know. You are a minor who we have nothing on your family. We don't even know if the other guy is really you're brother. You know that I can take the CPS in this?"

Shit, everyone but them.

The door opens and the sheriff walks in.

"We had a 911 call, shots fired over at White ford Road".

"You have to go to the bathroom?" the cop asked me.

"Actually, I do" I said with a smirk.

"Well retain yourself" she said cuffing me to the table.

"Oh come on!"

I wait there, it's maybe Sam who called so we could get out, but I can't get out because of this freaking cuffs.

The door opens and I see Dean enter, thank god.

"Need help?"

"Get those off" I sighed.

He unlocks them with a paper clip.

"Come on, we have to call Sam" he said stressed.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Dad isn't here anymore, I found his journal. We have to leave before they come back".

We escape and run outside. We get to a phone booth, since all of our stuff has been confiscated.

"Fake 911 phone call? Sammy, I don't know, that's pretty illegal" Dean laughed.

"You're welcome" I heard Sam say through the telephone.

"Listen, we gotta talk" Dean started.

"Tell me about it. So the husband was unfaithful. We are dealing with a woman in white. And she's buried behind her old house, so that should have been dad's next stop".

"Sammy, would you shut up for a second?" Dean sighed irritated.

"I just can't figure out why Dad hasn't destroyed the corpse yet".

"Well, that's what I'm trying to tell you. He's gone. Dad left Jericho".

"What? How do you know?"

"I've got his journal" Dean informed Sam.

"He doesn't go anywhere without that thing".

"Yeah, well, he did this time".

"What's it say?" Sam asked.

"Ah, the same old ex-marine crap, when he wants to let us know where he's going".

"Coordinates. Where to?"

"I'm not sure yet" Dean answered.

"I don't understand. I mean, what could be so important that dad would just skip out in the middle of a job? Dean, what the hell is going on?"

Suddenly we hear a loud bang and the breaks of the Impala.

"Sam? Sam!" Dean called upset.

"Take me home" the same voice as the one on my Dad's voicemail said.

Dean hung up the phone and stares at me "we gotta go, come on".

Dean is going like crazy on the speed of the car we just stole. I hope we get there in time, we have to.

"How much longer?" I asked Dean.

"Minutes".

We arrive at the abounded house, I can hear Sam screaming in pain and see the Impala parked in front of the house. Dean grabs his gun and orders me to stay in the car and runs out. I sit on the edge of the seat nervous, I hate being the one left behind when someone is in danger. Dean shoots the driver's window a couple of times and the impala starts forward in the house.

That's it. I grab my gun and run inside. Dean helps Sam out of the car.

"There you go" Dean said gently.

I join them. Suddenly, a bureau pin's us against the car. We try to push it but it's holding there with a supernatural strength.

"You've come here to us, mommy?" Asked the voice of two kids, surely a boy and a girl.

I look up at the stairs, water is pouring down. There's the ghost of Constant Welch, she looks scared. The ghosts of the two children appears beside their mother and takes her in their arms, she instantly start screaming and vanish on the ground leaving a poodle of water, how is that ironic.

We push the bureau out of the way.

"So this is where she drowned her kids" Dean said.

"That's why she could never go home. She was too scared to face them" Sam agreed.

"You found her weak sport. Nice work Sammy" he slaps Sam on the chest.

Sam laughs through the pain and I smile, I wanted to see that scene since Sam left us to go at Stanford.

"Yeah, I wish I could say the same for you" Sam stated "what you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freak?"

"Hey" Dean smiled leaning to look at his car "saved your ass. And Alex, you should listen to me next time".

"Oups" I smirk.

"Oh, and Sammy. I'll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car? I'll kill you".

I look at Sam and laugh, Dean and the Impala is like a married couple.

We get in the Impala and head to Stanford.

"Okay, here's where Dad went" Sam said looking at the map on his knees. "It's called Blackwater Ridge, Colorado".

"Sounds charming" Dean nodded "how far?"

"About six hundred miles" Sam answered.

"Hey, if we shag ass we could make it by morning".

"Dean, I, um…"

"You're not going" I sighed.

"The interview's in like, ten hours. I gotta be there" Sam said turning to look at me.

"Yeah. Yeah, whatever" Dean sounded so disappointed, I am too "I'll take you home".

Sam closes his flashlight and we remain silent.

When we arrive at Sam's apartment it's still dark outside. Sam gets out of the car and leans over to look through the window.

"Call me if you find him" Sam said and Dean nodded "and maybe I can meet up with you later, huh?"

I frown, he always ignored Dean's calls and didn't want to come with us yesterday.

"Yeah, all right" Dean sighed.

I get out the car and take Sam in my arms, this time I'm going to say goodbye to him in the good ways.

"See you later kiddo" he whispered in my ear before taking off.

I sit in the passenger seat with Dean. I watch Sam disappear in the apartment.

"You going to be okay?" Dean asked me.

"Yeah" I lied "let's just go".

We drive away. After five minute of driving, Dean makes a U-turn without any warning.

"Dude!" I exclaimed "what the hell!"

"I think Sam is in danger"

"Wh-"

I didn't have time to ask, Dean shows me his watch who stopped working.

"Shit" I cursed.

We arrive at the apartment.

"Stay here" Dean ordered really calm before getting out of the car.

I look at Dean running in Sam's apartment. I get out of the car and stand there, ready to run in if something goes wrong. I smell suddenly fire, I don't know why but the smell looks familiar to me… Dean comes out pushing Sam in front of him.

"No! Jess!" Sam yells over and over.

What the hell happened in there? They come next to the car, Sam falls on the ground crying, I saw him crying once like that, when he knew about monsters and what really happened to Mom.

"Dean" I whispered wanting to know what happened.

Dean looks at me sadly and bent down in front of Sam taking him in his arms.

Ten minutes later, the building is on fire, police and firefighters is all over the place. Sam is at the trunk and me and Dean looking at the scene. He explained to me that Jessica, Sam's girlfriend died pined up on the celling, like Mom.

I join Sam with Dean. Sam finishes to load a shotgun and toss it into the trunk. He looks sad, angry and… Well, sad.

"We got work to do" Sam said.